#also good god. if anyone else has read this please i need to scream. about it to someone anyone
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can't stop thinking about dream report universe phil. do u think that when they had to take steve to the vet there was a part of him that was hoping to see vet dan? even tho it makes no sense? even tho he has dan howell dan?
#sometimes when i like someone ill always be hoping to see them somewhere. even tho it makes no sense. do u think he would do that#vet dan is the only one i can think of ever coming up unless they ever had to go bavk to zils st#well i mean. maybe when they go to a starbys he might glimpse a man in an ill fitting suit and his heart would skip a beat#not that he really liked that one but he still really cared about that one#but anyway. taking steve to the vet is a big canon event and dream report phil would probably definitely hope against all logic#to see vet dan there somehow#ahhhh#wake up to my dream report#dnp#phan#pml#diary#also good god. if anyone else has read this please i need to scream. about it to someone anyone#im grieving finishing it like.
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Mxtx x male reader
A cross over.
When a modern era young man transmigrated in PIDW that has crossovered with other Novel's such as MDZS & TGCF thing's are bound to be both fun & traumatizing!
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Name & Description are different but originally this was on my ao3 some things are arranged to suit it being an X reader. My ao3 is Elijah_Ezra.
TRANSLATION MAY NOT HE ACCURATE.
-- MAIN SHIPS WILL NOT HE CHANGED ( such as hualian , wangxian. )
-- SHEN YUAN IS NOT HERE.
shang qinghua is. I have favorite's.
-- Canon, what canon plot line?
-- Don't like, don't read.
-- Hate towards me or anyone is not tolerated.
-- This is a crossover.
-- A lot of spelling mistakes probably.
-- No upload schedule.
-- What Ships is reader in? I'm aiming for it to be a Liu Qingge X Reader however if this is not liked I take recommendations as well.
THIS IS PIDW TECHNICALLY NOT SVSSS.
• SHEN JIU'S PAST!!!!
• TW FOR THAT. PLEASE, STAY SAFE.
Shen (Name) groans and sighs before getting up from the chair to grab his sword Bǎohù
It was time for the Disciple selection..
He flew down and was immediately greeted by the peak lords he was well liked and loved unlike his elder brother Shen Jiu or also known as Shen Qingqiu.
That’s right he (Last name) ( First Name) , A lazy modern guy , died and transmigrated into PIDW not only that as an OC insert the scum villains younger brother!
Airplane , what kind of messed up tragic sad backstory did you need to give Jiu-Ge?!
Naturally they grew up together which meant his childhood sucked too!
Granted not that bad compared to him as that Qiu Jianluo took a very good liking to him and loved his naïve personality he was rarely beaten.
Which now knowing WHAT Qiu Jianluo liked and was thinking made him want to scream cry and rip off his skin to erase the feeling the skin that was touched by him.
What seemed liked innocent hugged were actually very much not innocent.
years later and after much trauma he became a peak lord!
So, that's that! Yippie hooray for you.
The (History of God's and Ghost's) "神与鬼的历史" (Shén yǔ guǐ de lìshǐ) peak lord!
It is the same ranking as Qing Jing Peak.
In this peak they learned about God’s and Ghost’s that are hidden and roaming around somewhere.
Their cultivation was communication with them.
Some Ghosts would occasionally help them when in need by lending them their strength.
In turn they would also help the ghost move on.
However, this is not safety assured as ghosts can be deceiving.
Shen (Name) would know himself, he’s half possessed by one called SYSTEM who forces him to do certain shit!
{ HOST, QIU JANLUO DID NOT NEED HIS DICK! }
Shen (Name) grimaces remembering that memory when the SYSTEM took control of his body and just chopped off someone’s dick.
‘ You didn’t need to use my body! ‘
{ D: Then, who else would SYSTEM posses? Your brother? No, thanks. }
‘ Die. ‘
{ SYSTEM will die when HOST 002 dies. }
Ah, right. Did he mention the author transmigrated with him?
Airplane Shooting towards the sky transmigrated into Shang Qinghua.
“ Didi, are you alright? You’re frowning. “ Shen Qingqiu asked snapping him out of his thoughts.
He hummed and looked towards the disciples hoping that today he will meet the protagonist Luo Binghe .
Yue QingYuan nodded at him and asked if he will choose a disciple.
Right, He himself rarely accepted new disciples they had to be specific and needed to be blessed or gained the attention of a god or ghost.
But as he looks down no one seems to have the veins that are gold or red.
Gold means a god has noticed them.
Glowing Gold means they have been blessed by one.
Red means a ghost has either noticed them or blessed them.
It was surprising to learn ghosts can bless people.
A ghost’s blessing boosts up your QI similar to the gods blessing but a ghost blessing also gives you luck while God’s give you some protection but not luck that would be on you!
Suddenly again he heard Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu fighting which is normal. However, they were fighting over a disciple.
He didn’t feel like getting involved and zoomed out before Shang Qinghua whispered to him.
‘ Bro, Go with Shen QIngqiu that’s Luo Binghe he took! ‘
he glared at Shang Qinghua for not telling him sooner and ran after Shen Jiu.
MEANWHILE…
SO, IT BEGINS TOUGHT A MAN WEARING SIMPLE WHITE ON A THRONE HIGH ABOVE WHERE NO ONE CAN REACH HIM.
THE man was beautiful with long brown hair and warm eyes.
The male wished he can help the poor soul yet, he is not allowed to interfere only drop some helpful information nothing more…
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His peak was often described as a picturesque peak ( he was very proud of his peak ) adorned with tranquil ponds. The water is crystal clear, reflecting the beauty of the lily pads floating gracefully on the surface.
Koi fish gracefully glide through the water, their vibrant colors adding a touch of elegance.
The croaking of frogs adds a harmonious melody to the scene. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the sight of fluttering butterflies brings a sense of joy.
The overall ambiance feels inviting and pristine. Even the teachers and classes exude warmth and friendliness. It's a place where one can find solace and inspiration.
Near the peak lord's house you'll see a more beautiful building. The building is a shrine. Inside of it is a statue of the main god they learn about.
However, the statue isn't alone along with it is the God's husband.
The crown prince and also now heavenly emperor Xie Lian & his husband Crimson Rain Sought Flower Hua Cheng.
If you're lucky enough (or you're Shen (Name) ) you'll see silver butterflies flying around.
It make's a wonderful painting , silver Butterflies in the moonlight.
From the outside the shrine has an ornate and elaborate design, with intricate carvings.
Inside the shrine, you'll find a serene and reverent atmosphere.
To the side inside the shrine is a long table where offerings and candle's are lit.
His peak is always calm and right now that's where he wants to be not in his olders brother bamboo house with tension so high he's surprised the kid Luo Binghe hasn't fainted.
' It's the tea scene where he pours hot boiling tea on him ' he thinks.
He wishes he can move from his brother's side yet he can't.
The tea is poured , the child gasps and the master leaves looking back once at his brother.
Shen (Name) immediately goes to the poor disciple.
He grabs the towel from the table and gently wipe away the hot tea.
"I'm sorry, please don't mind my brother."
The child looks up naive brown eyes shining at him.
"N-no shifu it was this Disciples fault."
The peak lord can't help how his heart melts.
Shen (Name) from the past hated this scene and didn't understand why Shen Qingqiu did this. The Shen (Name) who he is now understands.
Luo Binghe's eye's and hair are similiar to Qiu Jianluo.
The child's name make it even worse. Luo Binghe..Luo...
Ning Yingying didn't help either immediately calling him A-Luo...
... something Qiu Haitang used to call her brother Luo-Ge...
Still, it's no excuse to what happened to this child but he can be sympathetic.
He'll show him around himself and leave he can't be absent from his peak but he can visit his brother and this child.
Maybe, in the way he'll see his cute shidi Liu Qingge.
Dropping off Luo Binghe at his dorm's in which he knows he won't be staying there longer Shen (Name) leave's and goes to the shrine.
He needs some advice..
He knows the god probably won't respond but he'll feel his presence and that's enough.
#angst#fake scenarios#mxtx fandom#mxtx novels#mxtx books#mxtx tgcf#tgcf hua cheng#ao3 fanfic#svsss shen qingqiu#shen qingqiu x reader#luo binghe#svsss x you#svsss x male reader#mdzs x reader#mdzs x male reader#tgcf x reader#hua cheng x reader#xie lian x reader#luo binghe x reader#mxtx crossover#mxtx x reader
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Not sure if I'm supposed to keep this to just asking questions, but I needed to gush and I'm not good at ao3 comment etiquette.
I stumbled across TTB on complete accident after seeing this meme and picked it up just for the heck of it, and BOY WAS I IN FOR A HECK OF A RIDE(R. haha, get it?) OR WHAT? But I felt a little out of place and like an outsider because
I entered the Phandom for the first time exactly 31 days ago and my only knowledge comes from the >5 episodes I watched before I got bored and dropped it years ago (and promptly ejected from my brain), and then fanfiction I have been VIOLENTLY AND CONSISTANTLY CONSUMING LIKE A RABID VACUUM for the last month when I got interested in it again.
I had literally never heard of Alex Rider before this fic.
I like SCP, but all my knowledge comes from a podcast I listen to but they're going numerically and they've only gotten up to SCP-123, oh and and Markiplier.
THAT BEING SAID, I didn't need to worry because this is one of the best fics I've ever read. It has LITERALLY been keeping me up at night staring at the ceiling because I couldn't freaking stop thinking about it.
It stands out in a crowd, and out of the all MANY crossovers I've read in my time, TTB is one of, like, four fics that I can confidently say feel like their own original fiction, one cohesive world that's well blended, each media and character perfectly meshed and interacting with eachother and the lore like they always belonged together.
Deadass, I sent the fic to my sibling immediately after I finished it because I needed someone to scream about it to even though they understand even less of the source material than I, and we've decided to watch the Alex Rider show together and they told me "I'm going to be sad when we watch this and Danny isn't canon".
Fantastic work, massive kudos for making one of the best feels-like-it's-not-a-crossover crossovers. I was hooked by the first few paragraphs, so suspenseful, on the edge of my seat the entire time, and I lost so much sleep and sanity to this masterpiece. Y'all rock.
This ask is SO kind and amazing we all wanted to reply!!! Hope you don't mind!
KEI: omg!!!! this ask was such a delight to get. Ive read this over and over, youre so SO kind. I'm glad youve been able to enjoy TTB even not knowing things about AR or SCP. That was always our goal--we've even had people that know nothing about any of the fandoms read it and enjoy it! Dude. My MOM reads it and was upset when she caught up. I hope you don't still feel like an outsider bc we are SO happy youre here and clearly, anyone is welcome no matter where they're coming from as far as fandom knowledge goes <3 Thank you for reading and giving our niche as fuck crossover a shot !
KKACHI: i'm so glad chance brought you to our little corner of the internet! we're very proud we managed to conceive a seamless blend of the various canons. being sad that danny isn't canon is definitely an emotion we've also felt. please make sure you get enough sleep and we hope you enjoy the next update!!!
FIN: wahhhh!!! thank you so so much. i gotta ditto what the others have said - i'm so glad you can enjoy the fic no matter what. i'm also glad that it's inspired you to also check out some of this funky media very near and dear to our hearts (because of course it is because why else would we be this crazy if it wasn't)
also, i'm always honored and proud to write the kinda fics people lose sleep over KJDGFKJGS cuz god knows i love losing sleep over fics too <3
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I have opinions. On jaune. (Shipping wise)
To clarify this is just my opinion. And my opinion is
garbage
But I want to talk about my favorite noodle so stfu Im talking.
And this is not me going "oh this is how jaune should be treated in every single shiping fic". This is just me acting like I have a huge dick and stating my terrible, terrible opinions.
Let's start.
1: jaune doesn't get bitches. The Bitches, get him.
Not to some of you I know you're all kicking screaming vomiting and crying because "obobobo b-but jaune has to pull bitches! I-its the only way I can escape this cr-"
SHUT
First, Jaune is not a self insert nor is he a character we project ourselves on. he is a character who has flaws and has his own personality.
He's an idiot and most of the times is a pessimist trying to be an optimist.
He gets things wrong, and he does really dumb stuff like faking his transcripts. He's not you, he's not me, he's not anyone else aside from Jaune
So when I say he doesn't get bitches, that's not being mean it's just kind of the truth, Jaune does not have a lot of confidence and when he does flirt he does it in really terrible ways, (just ask V1-3 Weiss)
But that's not everything I say because I also made sure to add that the bitches get him. Jaune is the kind of character who fails when he's trying because hes trying to seem like he's got things under control, he's going overboard which results in him comically failing, but when he's just being himself being a genuine person he does things really well. He is very much terrible at flirting and man has no skill with women, and he lacks confidence. Which leads to number 2.
2: Jaune is not cool. (In a good way)
Look I love my noodle man but even I can admit he is cringy. He does things to the max when he sets his mind to it which will fail. Because when he does those things he doesn't have either the confidence or the understanding he needs to do it. Take literally any attempt with Weiss he's tried asking her out, he's failed constantly because one he tries to impress which with Weiss makes him seem like he's just another fake face, after her heart for her name (which he isn't, it's just due to misunderstanding) he runs head first without the context or the confidence. He tries to impress but he comes off awkward like he doesn't know what he's doing. (Like that one time he tried asking her to the dance by playing the guitar and FAILING miserably.)
But just because jaune doesn't have the confidence or understanding doesn't mean he can't be cool.
He just can't be cool all the time. Jaune is a terrible liar and he's just upfront alot of the time. He's genuine and he is metaphorically unable to actually hurt people without getting welled up with emotions.
He's only killed ONE person, ONE actual person and we all know what that did to me. He broke and he was probably horribly traumatized.
Next is number 3
3: JAUNE IS NOT A SEX PRO.
Do I even need to elaborate on this? Please I don't want to elaborate on this!
I have to? Oh god... Ok FINE I'll elaborate
There are many, MANY jaune fics that I don't like in certain aspects. And if their smut expecting to see atleast one thing.
Jaune not being a Dom. Or you know, not having experience.
Jaune.. is a idiot and he's... He's not skilled in a lot of things. And one thing that just BURNS me is jaune switching up and being all dominant and aggressive (that's one of the things I wanna avoid writing jaune as)
Just let the noodle be tender or Inexperienced, At least if this is his first time.
And on a semi-related note I remember reading this one nightshade fanfic that I really liked, where it had Blake asking Weiss for advice on Jaune when it came to sex and in the fic Blake had experience meanwhile jaune didn't and was nervous if they did fuck he wouldnt reach a vague standard he put. It was a really good fic, it was really hot as well and I can't find it and it drives me up the fuckin wall because I really wanna read it again because it helped prove my point when it comes to jaune having sex and it's just- UGH. (Please if you know what the fick is just message me the link I beg you, PLEASE of you find send it to ME!)
Look I just REALLY like jaune (to a concerning degree even) and I just REALLY wanna talk about how I view him and I just... I just can't cause I suck at writing essays cause my brains just-
"ok I'm gonna write this- OH I GOT A NEW IDEA IM GONNA WRITE THIS- oh but theres also this and- BUNNY RABBIT"
Ugh I hate my brain and my attention span.
Anyway my trashy opinions on my second favorite character aside. Have a golden day and cheers.
Rock on till ya drop tata mothafuckers 🤘
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GOOD MORNING EVERYONE
So the Trinitarians brain worm is back and Morning Glory is now longer and biting the dust as far as my focus goes.
But like, I genuinely want to talk to anyone who's invested in what's to come as far as part two goes. SO PLEASE. I IMPLORE THE FOUR OF YOU WHO PERPETUALLY TAKE NOTICE OF MY SCREAMS INTO THE VOID.
We're all aware that Trin is a time loop fic. That is confirmed.
BUT THE PROBLEM IS HOW I'M GOING ABOUT DOING THAT. AND I NEED INPUT FROM PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT ME AS FAR AS PLEASES AND SPARKLES GO, YES?
Because like sure I'm writing it and like fuck everything else, let me tell my story. But it's the how of it all like if I'm gonna throw another 200 give or take hours into this I would at least like one person to be having a wonderful time drinking and driving (I have since remembered this is not a common phrase, I do not mean this in a literal sense, it's an expression) with me right?
Part two is going to be 50 chapters, give or take. (Part one is about 37 for reference.)
So the plan for part 2 rn is (ROGUHLY):
(1-10) is the second timeline. There are a lot of importants and I cannot just glaze over it all more than that. But we're also working in a bit of a shorter time period than the original events of the story and introductions do not need to happen again, right?
(11-40)ish would be me running through the next timelines in a set up structure -> what changes -> the results of said changes and then inevitably what sends our looper backwards. It wouldn't be running through all the timelines but the more notable ones in kind of a four chapter structure, I am not fully sold on four, but rough estimate yk.
And then 41-50 would be the finale of part two. It's literally the last timeline in its glory and then the epilogue which kicks off part three.
COULD AT LEAST ONE OF Y'ALL SIT THROUGH THAT OR DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY NOTES AT ALL BECAUSE LIKE
I personally kinda like it but if not a soul is reading this I am throwing myself on the curb with the rest of the garbage LMFAOOO.
I NEED THOUGHTS. OPINIONS. COMMENTS. CONCERNS. ANYTHING.
Anyways, I'm going to work. I have off tomorrow and I broke the ff investment seal for today so insanity and updates will be here tonight and homework will be tomorrow.
HOPE EVERYONE HAS A GOOD DAY <3
(9:30) I am literally falling asleep as I lazily write this angel based on Danse Macabre. Expect all of maybe one more update tonight if the tacos I am abt to receive don't wake me up LMFAO.
Also, I am almost saddened by not having something to post tm. Anyone want an early chapter of something that isn't Genesis/Desolation bc they're both on Monday?????? (I am feeling like a menace rn)
(10:19) tacos and the absolute yap session I just had did wake me up a bit. MAAAYBE might write some more. Idk I slept like three hours last night and went to work I'm kinda dead. But we're at 98.2k!!!!!!🥳
(11:06) okay we made it to 99.6k everything besides the flashback for 31 is done. I'm about to relax and watch something and figure out mechanics of some of this because god this series is A BEAST. Like, I still have six planned chapters left.
Pure insanity. I love it here. I hate it here.
Holy shit wait I just came to the realization that I started this fic exactly one month ago. I have belted out 99.6k for THIS FIC ALONE. (Moreso if we're including future shit that hasn't happened yet)
IN ONE MONTH.
THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY WHAT HTE FUCK LMFAOOOO
I may or may not be cooking we’ll find out in 6-26 business hours
(5:28) So I just had a very interesting past few business hours. I read a fic I've been waiting ever so patiently to finish. That's cool, right. I go for a walk at 4 in the morning because I'm insane. Fantastic. I get home at five and I'm like ohhhh well what do I do now it's not sleep time yet. Oh write I'm supposed to be drawing.
Nope I reread the epilogue of morning glory and realized Tweek's first address is for my morning glory and Craig's last sign off is your morning glory and now I'm ready to throw myself on the curb with the garbage as I sob. Someone call a trusted adult for me thanks.
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Tee, I'm re-reading Esama's glorious Sailing the Stars again and, a few chapters in, I thought- if the Desmond who could Hear Us got caught up in this scenario, many of us would be screaming at each other. Some in panic, some in excitement, and a few/one of us are starting to sound slightly unhinged from how long we've been laughing (read: cackling) for and how it's been growing so loud that's it's more like mad howling and it starts to drown out everyone else through sheer Awkwardness and how Unnerving it is.
Meanwhile, Desmond is just standing, awkwardly, before either a couple of Jedi or the entire Council- who are also slightly frozen in awkwardness because the Force is being as unhinged as the Cacklers but less Awkward and Unnerving and more, laughing/howling at a joke that it's decidedly Not Explaining. To Anyone.
And then the cackling suddenly stops and someone says, with a slasher grin you could almost hear: "Hey Des baby, can you go ruin the entire fucking careers of some Siths for us? Pretty please?"
Not sure which time Desmond would come out of, but I find it hilarious if Desmond manages to appear during a time when Qui Gon Jinn and Dooku were having problems later in their relationship but before he takes Vosa as his padawan and now Jinn has to deal with not only the knowledge that His Master Fucks but also has, and does occasionally, Fuck with Sifo Dyas and Madame Nu when the time and preference arises. The mental damage alone has some of Us laughing our asses off. Not to mention the implicated existence of Actual Gods/Patrons and the multiverse.
Sailing the Stars by esama (If you love Star Wars and Desmond Miles, go give it a read if you haven’t… or reread it if you already have XD)
This… isn’t exactly a fanfic of a fanfic because this can be summarized more as “Desmond gets awaken in the Star Wars timeline during maybe the Tales of the Jedi series? and he can still hear us”. I don’t think you need to have read Sailing the Stars to get this little snippet, at the very least.
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Desmond has no idea what to do.
By this point, the voices in his head, the capricious ‘watchers’, would be giving him directions or suggestions but they were all still freaking out.
Because, according to what he could actually understand from their freak outs, he was not supposed to be here and this was a ‘crossover’ and “OH MY GOD” and the occasional “I don’t know enough about this!” sprinkled here and there would imply that he wasn’t in his ‘universe’ anymore.
Even the first who talked to him had fallen silent after a dreadful “fuck, this isn’t my fandom” and that was definitely not a good sign.
The other voices he could recognize were too busy freaking out and they were arguing where Desmond.
To be more exact: they were questioning if Desmond was in ‘canon’ or in ‘legends’… whatever that meant.
There a low chant of “Desmond for Darth Revan!” that was being shushed once in a while
And here he was… just… standing.
This council of what they call Jedis was staring at him with furrowed brows, something about how the Force was surrounding him and was… very ‘chaotic’?
But not in a bad way?
Like the kind of giddy chaos that children would get into?
At least, that was what that short green… alien?
Is it racist for Desmond to call him an alien?
Aren’t they all aliens anyway?
Isn’t Desmond an alien too because, apparently, he’s different from the other humans that the Jedis have on record.
Being both more primitive and also too ‘different’ to be considered one of the older ones, whatever that means.
Desmond would have assumed that it was because of his Isu-human gene ratio but the more logical reason would probably be because he was…
Well…
Not from this universe.
Not that he was going to say that.
Even if he did, they would probably just assume he meant not from this specific ‘galaxy’ or whatever.
Desmond would take any kind of distraction at this point and he finally got his wish when the door slid open and two more men entered the room.
The voices were silent for a moment before some of them began to shout, “Oh my god. Is that Count Dooku?! He’s soooo young.”
“Oooohhh, Qui Gon Jinn! Look at him! He’s so baby!”
Desmond’s eyes met the older man that he was certain was supposed to be Count Dooku and the voices hushed for a moment before someone whispered.
“300K, slowburn, corruption arc, hurt and comfort, BAMF Desmond Miles, Good Count Dooku.”
Desmond wanted to sigh.
Maybe he should just run away at this point?
#idk what i’m doing#i didn’t say it was dooku x desmond#but i also didn’t say it was qui gon jinn x desmond#honestly i don’t know what i wrote XD#assassin's creed#desmond miles#ask and answer#teecup writes/has a plot#fic idea: assassin's creed#fic idea: star wars#fic idea: crossover
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The Husky & His White Cat Shizun Vol. 5 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou
I finally got around to reading The Husky & His White Cat Shizun Vol. 5 by Rou Bao Bu Chi Rou. With this book, I think I'm caught up on the recent books I've bought, and I'm going to have to start digging into my back list now. I'm trying not to sound like I'm suffering.
This book picks up with the wedding of Nangong Si and Song Quitong fast approaching. Somebody has started spreading a rumor that Song Quitong has been cheating on Nangong Si with Ye Wangxi, her original rescuer. During a banquet thrown on the night before the wedding, a strange masked man appears to make the same accusations, saying in front of all the sects of the cultivation world that Song Quitong has been unfaithful, and the wedding shouldn't go forward. It causes a wild commotion in the hall, all the other sects hungry to see the biggest and richest sect in the upper realm suffer such a public humiliation. But, before the truth of Song Quitong's betrayal can be revealed, a huge commotion begins in the fields behind the banquet hall, as a rift straight to the infinite hells is opened. Could it be that the true enemy will finally be revealed?
ANYWAY! As usual. I'll talk about this book under the cut, since I don't want to spoil this book for anyone who hasn't read it, but I really need to scream about this book to someone.
This book was such a bait and switch, though not in a bad way. I went into the book thinking this was going to be a little diversionary story about Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. And, it was, for a little bit! Honestly, I didn't think I would care much about the whole Rufeng Sect thing, but once I realized what was really happening, I was hooked. I had been wondering why Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi didn't show up muck in fanfic and I guess I have my answer now. Though, it makes me kind of sad. Ye Wangxi is so tragic, how she's been used and abused by Nangong Lu, what's been done to her voice and body. We don't really get to see how she feels about any of it and we don't get to see where the three of them get to after the fire (Nangong Si, Ye Wangxi and Song Quitong), but I'm really curious. I wish there was more fan content for Ye Wangxi. I kind of want to hunt it down, but I don't want to spoil stuff for myself.
Then, oh my god, that twist in the middle with Xu Shuanglin? That was brutal, but also I was fucking living. My primary theory so far is that Luo Fenghua and Xu Shuanglin had some kind of complicated love affair. Why else would he steal his spiritual core? I was on the same wavelength with Mo Ran, assuming that he plans to use rebirth on him. It's the only thing that fits all the loose pieces of the puzzle we have floating around.
And then the interlude at the end with Mo Ran and Chu Wanning and yet another cute little ramshackle cabin. OMG y'all there was only one bed, who could imagine! I hate how this book can wind me up into little knots with the will-they-won't-they tug of war that happens when these two finally get a chance alone. They both are aware that they like each other! Mo Ran put down so many invitations! But, they're both such little cowards, they won't make a move. Until, you know, finally Mo Ran took the plunge. I'm so proud of him, my sweet little guy. The image of the two of them sitting on that stupid sword in the sky and Chu Wanning telling him "I'm ugly. I'm no good." I felt like my heart was dying, like god please someone kiss this man he's breaking my heart. I mean, I think he definitely broke Mo Ran's heart with all that. It's so brutal that the depth of his own tragedy is still landing. Like, not only did you love him, yet tortured him to death, he also loved you and still let you do all that to him. The part where Mo Ran's tear dropped onto Chu Wanning as he kissed his cheek took my heart and threw it on the ground and did a tap dance on it.
Like, fuck, dog. You don't gotta do me like that.
Anyway... ANYWAY! I ordered the next volume already. And the cover has them both in white in front of a verdant green background. THEY'RE MARRIED ALREADY GUYS, but that's okay, my body is ready for the pain.
#the husky and his white cat shizun#volume 5#erha#2ha#rou bao bu chi rou#webnovel#gay romance#queer romance#danmei#booklr#booktalk
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ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod it’s HAPPENING this is NOT a DRILL
anyways I’m in bed hacking up a lung and delirious on cough medicine, so this leekie reaction episode is brought to you by Rikodien, our sponser for this evening :D
saw the chapter title and instantly began mentally rubbing my hands together like a greedy little gremlin I’m so EXCITED
oh shit not the suicidal sokka era… man pls just *kachow* back together like an overstretched elastic band bc codependency is wayyyy better than this shit come on dude
okay but like… sokka taking on zuko characteristics due to zuko being out of commission was Not what I expected, and yet I cannot say it’s entirely surprising
“I’m fine” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY IN THE MIDST OF A MENTAL BREAKDOWN
“Sokka wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone” AANG. AANG. PLS I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE THE GOOD IN OTHERS AND THAT YOURE A PACIFIST BUT. A A N G.
toph my bestie, the loml, an actual angel, yes INDEED why DOES sokka want to murder quon surely there’s a REASON
uh-oh.
not the zuko situation… rasu baby pls hold strong I Cannot have you being captured
aang. it’s times like these where I have to take deep breaths and remember you are 12 years old bc otherwise I will SCREAM
actually side note, but I would be really interested to hear 1. your feelings on iroh 2. your feelings on iroh IN THIS FIC, bc I personally am not a huge iroh fan for a multitude of reasons (sorry not sorry) so I wanna know how I’m supposed to read him in this universe (also just love hearing your thoughts and opinions but also no I don’t we’re divorced shut up)
thank GOD general how has some brain cells fr
suki is the real mvp of this chapter, she has the patience of the saint I honestly could never. FINALLY THE TRUTH YAYYYYY IM OH SO HAPPY TO HEAR SOKKA FINALLY TELL THE TRUTH
goddammit. why are they teenagers the emotions are just always so HIGH ugh I hate hormones. suki was doing so well ;-; (I don’t blame her or anything but DUDE COME ON)
aang and sokka friendship >>>>>
FUCKINF FINALY SOLKA IS GOONG TO ZUKEO OMGBG
ykw I’m just gonna leave those typos. I think they accurately convey my excitement.
sreedie. istg if pt 1 of the zukka reunion is sokka just WATCHING THROUGH A WINDOW IM GOING TO MURDER YOU
oh thank fuck he’s through the window. love you sreedie <3
not iroh just observing sokka go feral as a picture of absolute passivity lmao
okay I know this is a serious moment but I’m really enjoying the liab trivia night that sokka is hosting rn
I am actually,, extraordinarily pleased with how this chapter went. so uh.. no notes (ignore the several hundred words of notes above)
my heart was POUNDING and now I need to rest and recover. love ya sreeds <3
LEEKIE YOURE SICK?!?! (It’s been like almost two weeks so I hope you’re better) the audacity.
I think it’s hilarious how much of a reaction that title got heheeeee I’m funny.
Sokka spent 90% of RIA trying to get Zuko to stop doing what Sokka is spending 100% of ITF doing lol. It’s called progression damn it
Oh gosh my thoughts on Iroh? I don’t know where to start. I kind of want you to read Iroh how you want in this fic & see if you can figure out my feelings about the man from that? Hmmm? Call it… playing hard to get ;) ((just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t still play games))
Some people were mad at Suki for leaving after Sokka told her everything but seriously she is like what? 16??? Lied to & manipulated by someone she cared about & then told pfft there’s someone else. Nahhh girls allowed to have hurt feelings & she is allowed to want to bitch slap Sokka for that. (Just because Sokka is hurting doesn’t mean he gets to hurt others sorry buddddddyyy)
Hahaha Sokka did a really good job being there for Zuko but a terrible job keeping their closeness a secret haha: <3
LEEEEEKKKKKIIIEEEEE ok I don’t love you because you’re a lightbulb smashing ex wife but I do hope you’re feeling better & if now I’ll toss some soup through your window <3 (ok I still love you byyeeee)
#but yeahhhh I think#sometimes it’s easy to have a biased opinion on Sokka because we saw his slow burn demise#& all the pain and suffering he endured#& it’s easy to make excuses for him#but at the same time he LEAD SUKI ON#& held her HAND#& told her he still cared about her or whatever#bad Sokka#bad bad bad baddddd#ha imagine if Zuko knew#mr jealous insecurity would have a field day lol#anyway I was just surprised people were upset at Suki#I mean yeah Sokka told her this horrible story but she is a teenager who is emotionally strung out from everything that’s happened#she’s allowed to be selfish and storm out#idk I stand by Suki#but I also stand by Jet so idk if my opinion counts lol#OK LEEKIE I LUBBBBBB YOU#you better be feeling better#I’m going to be worried about you until I know you’re not sick in bed anymore lol#leekie tag#i love you leekie#LIAB#ITF#ASK
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Dear John
What a masterpiece, possibly one of the best songs she has ever written. I am not big on the WiUwiUUWii guitar in the beginning tho, please don’t cancel me if that is an unpopular opinion. But this song is so fucking powerful. Oh my god. I read this to my therapist (not because I was in a relationship with an inappropriate age gab, I wasn’t, I just think the lyrics are awesome and I need everyone to hear them) also the way she name-dropped j*hn m*yer without namedropping him was genius and not cheap at all, if you disagree get a less basic name. Even tho j*hn m*yer is my nemesis we will leave him be for now because I absolutely agree with Taylor that this should not be about her exes. It’s like some of you care more about them than about the actual music. Usually, I also do feel a little bit bad for those guys because obviously she writes about her subjective experience and I think it is kind of unfair to attack someone you don’t know over that, especially when it happened a decade ago, if someone was a bad boyfriend to her, she gets to be mad, but not us. I however truly believe j*hn is a bad person and I think anyone can be mad at him for that, I just also believe, despite all of his whining, he wants us to attack him, why else would he complain about lover lyrics like this whole fandom doesn’t despise him? Also, Taylor knows that everyone leaves their Christmas lights up until January, it’s about appreciating the mundane things in a relationship because some exes made her feel like the floor could fall through at any second and every blue sky could turn to rain JOHN. He just needs a piece of her success huh? It’s giving bloodsucker, fame fucker (I know he was like super successful when they dated, idc, not to me). Soo, I guess I did not leave him be… Sorry, the man is just soo irritating to me, I also don’t think he makes good music, my only piece of evidence for that is that once I was buying shoes and listening to speak now (the album, but I had also just reached that song in the album) and I took my earphones out and thought the music in the store was horrible and I usually don’t think stuff like that, but then the chorus came on and it said something about somebodies body being a wonderland and I know that that’s a j*hn m*yer song because emma stone screams about it in friends with benefits. So I am assuming that was his song and I hated it before I could be biased against him (I was so happy when I left the store and could finally put my earphones back in and Dear John came on) I also despise the song he wrote about Taylor, I once saw a video of him performing it and it sounded awful. Anyway sorry for that rent, but I will now forget that this man exists and return to Taylors incredible music again.
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mob psycho ep 9 + 10 + 11 live reaction here we go
i'm going to be annoying!!! because i'm excited and this is my treat to myself after a very hellish 3 weeks!!!
i just wanna say i love when the op is like "DISTORTION" and you hear here the guitar distortion aahgfdl;skj
this part reminds me of when all the dead characters from Gurren Lagann came back to cheer on the protag and the guy in the focus of the frame was the protag's older bro figure. cries. ugh shit like this is why i love Shonen T__T
ugh i wanna draw this so bad
OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIM STANDING WITH HIS LIL BOUQUET OHHHH THE BOY THE MOST BOY EVER AHHH
[yes i know what's about to happen im so. I'm so not okay]
UGH HE'S GROWN SO MUCH. THESE EYES ARE FILLED WITH KINDNESS AND LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP IM GOING TO LOSE MY MIND
CRYING. SHAKING. THROWING UP. TOSSING MY DEVICE OUT THE WINDOW. AHHSDHGFEHHREJWEWRHIGE: THE SCORE IN THIS SCENE IS SO SOMBER AND TRAGIC LIKE IT RLLY EMPHASIZES THE EMOTION MORE THAN THE ACTION OH MY GOD BECAUSE HE'S SAD!!!! MOB IS IN PAIN TERU IS IN PAINNN OHHHH
THIS WAS SUCH AN INTERESTING ART DIRECTION LIKE IT'S NOT CONFIRMED BY HEAVILY IMPLIED THAT TERU IS THAT STRAY dask FALLING FROM THE CLOUD OF IMPACT??????????? OH my god.
i really really really REALLY LOVE THE SOUNDTRACK FROM THIS EPISODE I DEF NEED TO FIND IT LATER! It does such a good job taking us through Teru's whole emotional journey ugh
YOU'RE DOING GREAT BBY IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!
also lol did anyone make "yeet" memes about when Teru got tossed like a ragdoll or are we too cool for yeet memes now
i knew bones would pull through but ahhhhh Mob gradually losing his human form has been really cool to see animated <3
the animation for this episode is so insane like if gurren lagann actually had a budget. sorry for constantly comparing to gurren lagann but like. pls if you are reading this PLEASE WATCH GURREN LAGANN I PROMISE IF U LIKE MOB PSYCHO 100 OR MY HERO ACADEMIA OR CHAINSAW OR ANY OTHER THING I SCREAM ABOUT ON THIS BLOG. YOU WILL LIKE GURREN LAGANN. anyways.
The performance in ep 10....absolutely stunning from every possible angle...down to everything..this episode..the pacing...the voicE ACTING UGH.....wow... WOW!!! AMAZING!!!! I'm probably really bias because i emotionally love this part in the story but haha yeah....yeahh i love ep 10.
Ritsu once again the only one with brain cells and puts together what's going on SO quick cause even though he doesn't "understand" his brother he knows his brother like no one else. i'm never not emo about Ritsu. i love Ristu and Mob's relationship. ugh ugh ugh
the opening to s3 is so wild i notice something new every time i watch it. love that. reminds me of s1 <3
OH IM SO GLAD THEY KEPT HIS EXPRESSION FROM THE MANGA HERE
aw i like the detail that Ritsu left his coat for Teru......
lol they censored the fact Kageyama's friend almost got totally stabbed through a vital point by replacing the rod with a flat surface
i cant fucking DO THIS ANYMORE
wow i don't even have the energy to liveblog this episode it's so amazing and gorgeous and creative and emotional it's everything everything everything
good night! time to see if i manage to brainstorm a decent fanart idea
also i just want to say i really love reading the animation breakdown analysis over here for each episode, it's been really funny and i highly recommend!
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(Unfinished) Top ten fics of the year!
Not counting dead dove content
These are all fics i threw in my bangers tag throughout the year :)) and now im sharing them with YOU! Also, these are in no particular order, because i can not rank these theyre too good <3
(*April edit! I nevee finished this post, but i still wanted to post it! So its just the six fics!)
1. For Whom the Bell Rings
“Why are you still here?” Xie Lian asked a small ghost flame. It was green with a purple tint, flickering in and out of existence, yet its core was oddly bright. The flame bobbed up and down slightly.
“There are people I care about greatly, and I want them to stay safe,” the ghost flame said, and Xie Lian felt distantly that he’d heard those words before somewhere.
Or: Jiang Yanli becomes a Calamity.
24k words, 20k hits and so fucking good it made me scream when it finished. If you give a single shit about Jiang Yanli and have even a passing recognition of TGCF, PLEASE READ THIS.
2. American Pie
Rodrick gets by on drums and hazing his little brothers and being alone in the basement while his family moves around upstairs. Sometimes you have to be thrown a life preserver before you realise you're not swimming, you're drowning.
14k words and 11k hits- A rodrick/OMC fic by my own best friend!!! And its so fucking good man, i love the character development, the fucking depression, the music, the family dynamics, the OC is so good it makes me tear my hair out, i just. Fuck, man. Read it.
3. Heap of Ashes That I Am
Sometimes, when Izuku allows himself to comprehend the sick reality of his life, he finds that it no longer resembles the roots from which he sprouts. He is a fickle rose bush that was cared for and raised and coddled in its early seasons by a loving mother, growing strong, interwoven roots and a reliable base. And, Izuku thinks, he would have been a lovely rose bush. He would have flourished and unfurled and oh wouldn't that have been nice?
Instead, along came Bakugou Katsuki: vegetation killer in a compatibly sized spray bottle.
But this is the life Izuku has. It is ugly and broken and unrecognizable and so unbearably his and, god, how Izuku wishes it wasn't. But it is. So he makes his peace.
or
Izuku finds out he has a revival quirk and uses the opportunity to become a vigilante.
226k words, 296k hits and it deserved every single one of them. Jesus H Christ, this fic is so good the characters, the angst, the development, the found family, the redemption, i just! I can't! Please!
4. Weaver of Silk and Dreams
Ben Parker sighed as he looked up into The Thing's eyes, so expressively human in spite of the rest of his rocky appearance.
“My fifteen-year-old nephew--who's practically my own little boy!--” he choked out with a tight voice, “h-he can't pass for human anymore. He's scared, and he's isolated, and he just needs someone else to talk to! Someone who can understand. Please."
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Some alternate realities are unrecognizable, and some are indistinguishable. This one lies somewhere in between.
Peter Parker's life was derailed when he mutated into a strange human/spider hybrid, and he knows that's not the way things went down for him in other realities. Still, he's determined to forge a new path and make the best of it. Sometimes "the friends we made along the way" really is the greatest treasure anyone could ask for.
73k words and 58k hits - look me in the eyes and tell me this isnt a perfect fic. The fucking. The fucking descriptions, the prophecies, the spider totem nonsense, the instincts, the ANGST, the fantastic four in general, ben and may my beloveds, and the endgame spideypool? Jiminy!
5. A Villain State of Mind
Written for the Norsekink prompt: "SHIELD has Loki in custody, with the gag on to keep him from spellcasting, but they don't really know what to DO with him. They can't give him food or water or attempt to interrogate him with the gag on, and they don't dare take it off. Their solution? Call in a telepath! But Charles Xavier may find more things in Loki's head than SHIELD bargained for..."
53k words and 14qk hits- Not just this fic, but this whole series are some of the biggest bangers ive ever read. Loki's slow drinking of the mutant family kool-aid, and coming to respect Xavier and care about shit and be cared about and just. Aughhh!!! Please read this series i will cry.
6. Monster Culture
Written for the 2014 Norse Big Bang.
When Loki is injured by Kurse in Thor: The Dark World, Thor pleads his case to the All-Father and Loki is given the chance to repay his wrongs on Midgard in the care of Bruce Banner. Over the course of a year, the two navigate the city of Boston and try to figure out what it means to be human and what it means to be a monster.
40k words and 10k hits- Bro dont even get me started i will cry i will actually cry. I know gammafrost isnt the most popular pairing but like this deserves so much more attention and love.
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#cannibal.me#as if anyone care about my fanficrion opinions but uh#if you do#read these fucking fics
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Never Walk Alone
It’s that time again. Time to reflect on things we learned from Sunday’s sermon. Things we’ve hopefully thought about throughout the week, pondered, questioned… If you missed it, you can watch the service here: https://fb.watch/nTAAwqsWLy/ A special Thank You to Mrs. Laura Rothe for assembling and directing the bell choir, The Joyful Ringers!
The message this week focused on the importance of taking care of yourself. Having balance, health, wholeness, and holiness in our lives. Of all the things you mentioned and all the ways that you suggested we use to take care of our spirit, body, and mind; I noticed one common theme and was fully prepared to ask about it. Then a funny thing happened. Someone else submitted the same question and it made me laugh because we don't get a lot of question submissions for one, and two, it was exactly what I was going to ask. So, for myself and at least one other person out there: Of all the ways you suggested self-care, you mentioned taking a walk four times. Is there some biblical significance or special importance to taking a walk?
Great question! So, certainly there was a LOT of walking in Biblical times and even Jesus demonstrates taking a walk alone at times to pray and be with God. But this was mentioned more because taking a walk is such an easy and accessible act that hits on all of the areas of Good Medicine mentioned. When we take a walk, we are acting physically, the rhythmic pattern of steps can be a pattern for prayer and finding comfort in the constant and consistent stepping. Walking allows the mind time to process in an emotionally healthy way because the act does not require full attention. The mind can process and think through emotions. Walking and crying, yelling, etc… can be very therapeutic and allow emotional health to flourish while at the same time thinking about fond memories, lost loved ones, and appreciating present loved ones can be done also which can be very powerful! As a Native I often sing Native hymns and Christian hymns while I walk, which is therapeutic and healthy on many levels! Walking is just such a great first step to finding balance and holiness.
I completely agree. This year has been a big one for me regarding self-care and walking has been at the core of it for mental, physical, and spiritual health. For all the reasons you stated. I can listen to music while doing it, be alone with my thoughts and prayers, cry, scream- if need be, or simply enjoy nature around me if I’m outdoors or the virtual sights I can see if I’m indoors. I have seen places virtually this year that I will probably never get to see in my lifetime, and have re-visited one that I have been to and it has been a wonderful adventure. If anyone is interested, I use an app called The Conqueror to take virtual hikes all over the world and have traversed 580 miles so far this year through Israel, Holland, New Zealand, Germany, Los Angeles; and am currently hiking my way through the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil via my living room treadmill. There’s a mental clarity that comes when you shut everything else out and just take a walk with yourself, with your thoughts, with God…
However you choose to take the best care of yourself in your quiet time, know that you are never alone. I know that on my walks, I am never walking alone. When you read, when you go for a drive to clear your head, when you sit by the water or just stare off into space. You are never alone. Just like the song says:
I have never walked alone I’ve never been abandoned You are my inheritance You are my strength and shield And I have confidence You go before me You’re my deliverer I know I never walk alone
So, whatever you do today, do it with the peace and confidence of someone who knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that God is walking right there beside you. If you enjoy contemporary worship music, please take a listen to this song from Hillsong Worship.
Never Walk Alone
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Now, I’m gonna keep Duke and everyone open. Please everyone, feel free to make as many stories as you want even if someone else has written theirs. I want to read yours too. Including you @msfcatlover if you ever decide to.
Stephanie never thought it would be a challenge. She was always good with kids, good enough to follow orders so no one questioned her when she didn’t. So when she looked at the Robin suit for the first time, there was only one word that echoed in her mind.
Mine.
She did patrol alright, she did everything Bruce said as long as she didn’t feel too bad about it, and whenever they’d argue she’d simply lie to his face, the silence after making them both well aware they both knew she was lying, before Steph hung up, and did as she pleased. Because sometimes, she just had to be her own person. Spoiler was still inside her, Robin was just a facade.
She’s in a heated argument with Bruce one day, him saying she doesn’t realise the gut wrenching empathy and legacy Robin needs her to uphold. She? Doesn’t know? Doesn’t know the cost of empathy? Of always striving for hope when she knew there was none, of holding love for someone who didn’t even regard her worthy enough of indifference. How did she not understand Robin? They were both meant to be protectors from shadows, so quiet no one knew they were there, or cared.
So on her way back in the night, when she’s on the rooftop of a shadowed area trying to wipe the tears that refuse to stop gushing, she hears a muffled scream. And another. Followed by tinier sobs, and pleading.
“Someone.. god please help.”
Stephanie’s heart drops, mask sliding back into place as she runs, because that was the voice of a child. She reaches the place panting, where the child is hanging off the edge of the window. She doesn’t look any older than ten, eyes squinting stubbornly to not let the tears slip down. And then her eyes lock with Steph, and the gaze says everything. She was scared, terrified to ask for help.
It takes an hour to get the drunk man out of the house. Another fifteen minutes to patch up the mother who had been hiding in the closet, shielding her baby and covering his mouth with bloody fingers. It took five more for Steph to realise that the man was her husband, who demanded his wife pay for their good for nothing children. That he’s come in with a silenced gun, knife in other hand who’d planned to weaken her, and then stab her till she pleased. The little girl had realised all of this, and instead of running away or hiding, she’d called out for help, risking her own life.
Batman appears out of the shadows, calming the mother and gently cradling the baby to put them both at ease. He was busy for now.. so Steph turned to the little girl, who hadn’t stopped shaking. She was at the edge of the door, simply observing the situation and staying alert, stubbornly wiping off the forming tears and scolding when she saw Steph look her way.
Steph sits next to her. Hands her a cookie, and they eat it together in silence. Only when the girl relaxes, shoulders slumping and no longer leaning away from Steph that she slowly puts a hand out, and motions for her to give up the scalpel she was hiding. No one else has noticed, thankfully. But Steph knew that look before, of refusing to let anyone else get hurt the way they were. And she also knew the lengths she would’ve gone to when she was younger to ensure it stayed that way, no matter what. The child gives it to her.. refusing to meet her eyes as her head bows low.
She was waiting for a lecture. Well, too bad for her. Steph makes small talk, joking about the cartoons she loved, making extremely dramatic re-enactments of them and cheers internally when the girl offers her a smile. And before she knows it, the girl is right next to her, hands fiddling with Steph’s cape that stretched between them. It’s slow progress, but it’s progress. And Steph doesn’t push. She talks to her with respect, recognising her as someone whose opinions mattered. And so before they knew it, the girl was chattering on, filling the air with stories and mundane facts because she finally had someone that listened.
After god knows how long, Batman approaches her, and they silently agree to talk about it later.
“I heard what you did, Robin.”
“I did nothing.”
The girls smile falters, as their conversation progresses, Steph notices. She’s looking down again as tears start freely falling. Steph reaches a hand out to wipe them, and the girl glares at her.
“.. am I worthless?”
The air is deadly silent as Steph registers those words.
“Of course not kid!”
“.. am I .. nothing?”
“No! No you’re amazing. You’re a great kid-“
“Then why did you say that?”
And that gets her attention. She’s caught by surprise at those words, and is suddenly very aware of Batman watching the conversation progress. She kneels beside the girl, the girl who looks her square in the eyes. The girl, Steph realises with a start, that reminded her a lot of.. well.. her. If she was better.
“I’m sorry,” Steph whispers, a smile stretching across her face. “I didn’t do nothing.. I did amazing. I did wonderful. Something I will never regret.”
That satisfies the girl. When Steph talks to Bruce once before leaving, filling him in on the situation, she’s aware that the girl is huddling under her cape, something that she’s seen the other bats do with Bruce several times. And when they leave, Steph is fiddling with her suit, when she feels the tug of the loose thread.
When she gets back to the cave, she sees the suit. Sees the uniforms of Robin, all with their wrinkles, tears and stories of empathy. It’s suddenly overwhelming, this pressing weight of their eyes watching her, and it’s only then that she realises the weight of that word. Robin.
However, Steph thinks as she hangs up her suit, studying the rugged threads, she wasn’t like them. So what if the threads were a little worn? Or that the strings were sticking out? If it gave the kids comfort, something else to focus on, a way they could talk or let go without it being too much that was more than fine by Steph.
She keeps the sewing kit back, and instead simply stares at the threads sticking out of the cape. Like outstretched hands reaching for comfort. But while the others wanted to heal the broken, Steph was fine with just letting them be. She believed there was no cure to it. You just had to deal with it. And broken people were those who kept everyone else together.
Broken wasn’t bad. Worn out threads weren’t bad. They were a sign of acceptance. Of being beautiful, and stubborn enough to refuse defeat. Broken was knowing how to help others put themselves back together. Broken meant you could never be the same person again. But only when you accepted that, Steph thinks to herself as she gently hangs the suit in its case, would you truly realise what else it meant for you, to never be the same.
The threads sticking out told Steph it wasn’t done weaving it’s tapestry. Broken was you still being built into someone better. The threads hanging low by the suit told Steph, it wasn’t done weaving its tapestry yet. And Steph for one, couldn’t wait to see the picture it created.
I saw this the other day and couldn’t help thinking about how the batboys first felt when they had to be the comfort/protector or how for they might’ve felt the first time children ran to them for protection.
Dick Grayson was a performer long before he was a protector. Even on his first night as Robin, he kept an eye out on the darkest streets for people in despair. Not even three hours into his first shift as Robin, comes the opportunity.
He knows how to hypnotise people, to make them forget about the world, about reality, even if it was just for a little while. And little did he know just how much he’d use it for the rest of his life.
And there’s the guy in front of him, robbing a store with a knife in one hand, tears streaming down his face. His wife is dying, and he needs the money and Dick falters. He remembers that feeling of helplessness.
But then there’s a child cowering away from him, and runs screaming towards Dick, arms outstretched with a plea. And his hesitation vanishes, before taking down the man in one fell swoop.
He then spent the time with only one goal in mind. Make the kid laugh. He cracked jokes, displayed few acrobatic endeavours and is only satisfied when the kid looks at him with joy, the fear long since burned away. It fills his chest with pride, and a warm flutter that stays with him for the next few months.
Jason never expected anything to happen. He was the new Robin, he was here only to protect, not chit-chat. He’s heard what others thought of him, and he couldn’t care any less. He did his job, made sure they were safe and unhurt, and then left.
And then one late night, finishing up on patrol he sees a glimpse of color out of the corner of his eye. There’s a young woman, hiding three figures behind her. He raises his head, and immediately sees the way they scramble away in fear. So he looks away and waits, muscles tense and ready, pretending not to notice them come closer.
He’s quite taken aback when the woman timidly asks him to walk her back home. It’s a trap. He thinks. But he sees the look on their faces, and decides it’s worth the risk. Along the way he makes a few dry sarcastic quips, and before he knows it the air is filled with laughter and chatter.
It takes a while for him to notice two kids were holding each of his hand, and the third was tugging on his cape. And the mother was smiling softly, eyes crinkling in fondness and vulnerability.
They felt safe, he realises with a start.
They felt safe with him
They trusted him.
And something in him stirs. He feels something similar to what Dick had recalled on his first encounter with children, but instead of a warm flutter it’s like his heart has forgotten its rhythm. It’s banging against his rib cage, warmth and love pouring out. He always had a bleeding heart.
When he comes back from patrol, he absentmindedly runs his fingers across the cape where they’d held it, and sees tiny wrinkles there.
He refuses to iron it, and when Tim first sees his suit, the first thing he sees are the thousands of wrinkles, dozens of smears and dried up trails of tears.
Tim, who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.
He was good at the crime job. Children.. people? Not so much. Especially when he wasn’t trying to lecture them or take them down. He knew how to make them tick. But not how to make them talk.
Alas, when batman is stuck interviewing a father about a home invasion, Tim finds himself on kid duty.
He looks everywhere, on the ceiling, below the bed, when he finally notices a heat signature coming from behind a desk.
The kid is hugging her knees, cowering and clutching themselves as close as she could, squeeze themselves into the tiny space, and keeping heavy boxes and chairs to block any people or light from entering.
And Tim just sits there. He tries talking, engaging in conversation before realising how awkward it sounded and that he wasn’t helping. So he falls quiet.
He notices posters of marine life on the child’s bed, and after a while of silence he starts to slowly talk again. He talks about the ocean, about its inhabitants and the most peculiar creatures hidden inside. It is a while before he falters again, noticing his rant, but with a quick glance he can see that the child has slightly shifted towards him, hanging onto his every word.
And so he continues, bringing up holographic displays to show the amazing characterisers and traits they acquire. He hears the pitter patter of footsteps after a while, and then the kid pops up beside him, staring at the display. The kid was there, tense as a deer, and ready to sprint at any sudden movement, but there.
And so at the end of the night, that’s how Bruce finds Tim sitting on the floor, kid fast asleep and sprawled across his lap, using the cape as a blanket.
Tim was a grounding presence. He wasn’t there to judge, wasn’t there to speak. He was just.. there. And that mattered a lot more to children then he realises.
He remembers coming home in almost a daze, seeing the wrinkles on his cape before remembering Jason. His breath hitches, fingers running over the wrinkles, truly realising why Jason’s suit still stubbornly portrayed its wrinkles. It’s stories.
Jason was better at this. Jason cared. And tonight, he’d taken the first step towards truly honouring him. And he had no intentions of letting the second Robin’s legacy die.
Dick had described it as warmth that left you giddy. But this, this was terror.
Tim was scared.
Dick had always been an empath, Jason arguably more, and it was their legacy that he’d have to carry on. The children were counting on him. Batman was counting on him. But the most terrifying realisation was that Jason was also counting on him. And so was Dick.
So he lets the wrinkles stay on, subtly highlighting them in the cape to remind himself of his purpose, a feeling of protectiveness burdening him- not only towards the citizens, but also towards his brothers. He was NOT going to let them down.
Each of them made kids feel safe with them, in their own special ways. Because there was a broken kid in each of them too, that craved to make sure no one else was hurt the way they were.
#batfam#batman#robin!steph#robin! Stephanie brown#Stephanie brown#nightwing#dick grayson#Bruce wayne#spoiler#damian wayne#tim drake#jason todd#red hood
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D&D Quotes Without Context
Ravenloft edition, Fundertainment Land arc, part 5
“So… any of you robits ladies?” "There is only one goal of Gunder and Danzi Fundertainment land. To make money. Who has more money than anyone?” “Dunno. Eddie, who’s the money god?” “Please. We ain’t found shit for money since we saved those cheerleaders a year ago.” "Heed our warning, Gunder and Danzi will not play fair with you, even if you win, they will not let you destroy the park.” “The word ‘let’ is doing a lot of the heavy lifting in that sentence.” Gorbash: “How metaphorical is this heart? The less so the easier ripping it out will be.” “I’m pretty content with Marsh gets to free the children and I toss some fireballs while I giant mechanical yeti fucks everything up.” Marshal: ”Brothers... and sister, once, long ago, I received a vision of this day, and what I would say to you. I speak those words now.” *Hiveguard comes on camera, puts down and starts the boombox before going offscreen* Jonni: “Everyone else saw that right? Are we being dosed?” Nyx: ”A Stillborn Godling, this isn't going to be easy. Anyone got a tactical nuke spell?” Jonni:
Gorbash: “Yes Jonni, you can obliterate the thing.” "We are all Marshal, black knight of Fundertainment. I will happily induct you all as Paladins in which oath you all choose, and together will be at the fore of the Union exodus that is long overdue, and I will find us all, forged and cast member alike, a new home out upon the domains!” Jonni mouths to Crushinator *You, me, my wife, later big girl*. "Of course. Go in peace, my brethren, and show them all the power of friendship and united labor!” “I am Jonthana, she who makes torches of men, and I am here to ruin your fucking day! Also Marshall is here by appointed prophecy to lead the employees to more dignified employment.” villain (Danzi): "Welcome Marshal, its time for you to take your place with the others. I already have the next model of you ready to go.” A voice comes from inside the mechanical sea serpent. Marshal: "Still can't get Gunder to sign off on that asinine spider, I see.” Danzi: “DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE SPIDER. THE SPIDER IS AWESOME.” And suddenly… Poom. The leviathan reads back, and fires a massive blast of steam at all of you. Jonni: “Motherfucker! This is dry clean only!” Danzi: ”Soon it will be DIE clean only.” Azathoth: "Wow, villain made a good pun. Poom's doomed.” OOC: Gorbash and Jonni, Fire Resistance buddies! OOC: *imagines him grappling in combat* 🎶 Hold me close now Tiny Danzi 🎶 OOC: Shut up and Danzi. "Hey.... hands off my brain.... I need that to..... brain.... oof. Head spinny…." Gorbash: “Damn what did they plate this bastard with?” Marshal: "Die cast construction.” Gorbash: “Ah, the lost art.” Edmund: “I’m in paiiiiin….” Jonni: “Walk it off, lightweight.” GM: Edmund is currently beet red and pruning. So much pruning. Danzi: ”HA! PATHETIC TALKING WAFFLE IRON! MY CHEESE CURDS ARE SUPERIOR.... Oof, can we take a five minute time out? I need some orange slices and water to recharge.” OOC: No biting a shiny metal ass this turn. Edmund rises into the air, screaming as he is engulfed with light, and when it passes, he's a puppet. Again. Edmund: ”Huh. This is...new. Why do I have little wires attached to my arms?” Gorbash: “Eddie! You're a wee little puppetman.” Jonni: “Dammit, Eddie, stop turning into a puppet. It doesn’t help!” OOC: Killing crabs! In the ocean! Gorbash: “Observation...He's the perfect size for punting.” Danzi: “WAIT!” He holds up the ticket. "You want this right?” Edmund: "We do. But we can take it THEN punt you.” Danzi: ”OH YEAH? PUNT THIS.” He rips the ticket in half. ”HA! YOU LOSE.” Edmund: "Okay who has mending?” Danzi: ”NO MY EVIL PLAN IS FALLING APART.” Marshal grabs the halves before Danzi can shred them with two chairs, a dummy, and a toboggan. Danzi: "Wait! Before you kill me.... Please go kill Gunder first. We have a bet going.” Gorbash: “If I beat one of you to death with the other do you both lose?” Danzi: ”Weren't you trying to seduce a broken animatronic knight five minutes ago?” Jonni: *create campfire* “She has a name!” "Like that is an insult to Jonni: she has hit on zombies and every female creature we have come across with a few exceptions.” "This is duly deserved. And Im a puppet. I support violence now.” “I got a rule. Don’t fuck with anything that has ‘elder’ in its creature description.” Danzi: "Indeed. Marshal XTREEEEEME! The radical badass version of Marshal. Merciless, ruthless, and pro-authoritarian.” The Marshal X lights up "You know what would be radical? Obeying all the rules? And buying more Ruminating drink!” Yog-sothoth: "FUCK THAT! Ruminating should only be taken in powder form! And then only if you have magical invention capabilities!” Edmund stands up from where he has been kneeling, Edmund Muppet on his arm. "Good. That was tough on the knees.” Poom opens an umbrella. “It's down there. Everything dark and evil in Fundertainment land originated from this hole.” Nyarlathotep: "So it's an ass-hole.” Gorbash is gonna shove Danzi down the hole. Danzi falls down the hole out of sight.... then rises up with a propeller sticking out of his top hat. "HA! DIDN'T KNOW I HAD ONE OF THESE DID YA SMART GUY!” Jonni: Eldritch Blast on the propeller. The propeller explodes. "FUCKYOUGENIEFUCKER!" he yells as he falls back into the hole. Azathoth: "When did this become Loony Tunes?” Nyx: "About 3 adventures ago, Az.” OOC: Funny enough, I had a one shot Champions character who had been Dr. Strange’s pool guy and got his powers of beating down from the Wondrous Wand of Whupass.
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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS [part 5]
— people with jupiter in the 8th may experience an “abundance” of traumatic experiences throughout life, often relating to death; these are the people who truly feel like everyone they love ends up dying. at their worst, they can become desensitized to death— jupiter is ruled by sagittarius, a sign known for being in denial when in difficult situations in favor of optimism. these natives can pretend like nothing actually happened, or minimize the situation in their head so that they don’t have to face it.
— okay this might be a weird one... like, you know in asoiaf when arya was walking through the streets and was always like “i’m as quiet as a shadow”? that’s literally the energy of someone with planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house. these people are so stealthy. they’re able to move so quietly and without anyone noticing, both literally and figuratively. on one hand, they’re very quiet about their plans and ambitions to the point where other people only find out when they’re achieving success over it; on the other hand, they just. don’t like making noise while walking idk bitch you’ll only see me coming when i’m right beside you, i even get paranoid that i’m breathing too loud and that other people will hear
— people with moon aspecting mars can be incredibly impulsive when they feel hurt or triggered. yall need to be careful with doing things in the heat of the moment that you know you’ll regret later... but in the moment, you feel so hurt that it clouds your rational side. please be more self-aware about this because you may make decisions that will directly affect you for the worse in the future
— people with leo mars ft. constantly asking you for pictures... about anything. they just wanna SEE LMFAO THEY DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS THEY’RE SEEING. you just got ready to go out? “send pics of your makeup and your full outfit”. you’re waiting in a long boring line to get the covid vaccine? “send pics of the line”. your mom baked cake? “send pics of the cake”. plus they send so many random pictures while texting, it’s their special love language
— having moon conjunct moon/venus in synastry feels insane. you tell them something you’ve been through, and they’re immediately like “that happened with me as well.” it doesn’t even have to be something grand, sometimes just very specific things you thought were particular about you. the amount of understanding that comes with this aspect in synastry can feel very new and intense especially if you’re used to seeing yourself as the “odd one out”, used to feeling isolated in your experiences
— people with pluto in the 1st house often feel the need to erase “traces” of their existence, for example deleting messages that they sent people, deleting all of their social media posts. they can feel anxious and paranoid about other people having access to their past self, even if the past self in question is from, like. a week ago
— people with chiron in the water houses (4th/8th/12th) might’ve suffered bullying to the point where they repress their memories. a lot of their memories of their school years may feel foggy if they were bullied in those years
— also. people with chiron in the 8th house may feel as though they’ve been punished for wanting to experience intimacy. it’s like, the people who were supposed to be the closest to them – for example, their sibling or something – were the ones who hurt them the most.
— people with mercury-neptune aspects and strong pisces/neptune energy in their birth chart might struggle with only remembering things when they’re right in front of them. you should keep things in your peripheral vision to remind you of reality, especially when it comes to feelings— so that you won’t start getting lost inside your own head. like... keep the letters your friends wrote you by your bedside table so you can read them every time your brain starts convincing you that you’re not loved. keep the gifts you’ve been sent on display in your bedroom wall, or sentimental material things that remind you of past happy experiences.
— earth placements and their thing for asmr... omfg. it’s like they’re always looking for things to up their sensory experience/sensitivity. like, earth signs are the ones most connected to worldly experiences so they feel so soothed with the whole asmr experience: just hearing someone gently whispering or tapping on/scratching things calms them down and helps them fall asleep. they love the tingles it’s heaven for them
— moon-saturn aspects might hold and caress themselves while they sleep because their parents never did. yes i woke up and chose violence <3 your secret is NOT safe with me 💋
— while we’re on the topic of sleeping, a majority of the pisces moons i know need to sleep while hugging something, at least a pillow. they can’t just not hug something while they sleep, it’s very instinctive for them. anyways if any pisces moon needs a pillow to hold, i volunteer as tribute 💋
— virgo placements feel sososo soothed by hearing their cats purr. thinking about how my virgo placement friends are always the ones who send me videos of them petting their cats... and then i get soothed by how soothed they feel. it’s a win win situation, if you have virgo placements it’s hereby your duty to send me a video of you petting your cat while they purr. right now. GO
— people with gemini in the 3rd house might have shaky movements of the hands when other people look at them doing things. very specific i know but the third house rules hands and gemini is a sign that has somewhat of an anxious, twitchy quality to it. on the other hand, people with capricorn in the 3rd house (scorpio risings, using whole signs) have the steadiest hands i’ve ever seen lol their movements ooze confidence, these bitches know how to make you feel as thought they know exactly what they’re doing
— people with venus in the 1st house ft. altering their pics with photoshop and hating posting selfies without filters because they never feel like their appearance is good enough. stop it. you don’t need to always look your best and especially not if your ‘best’ isn’t even what you actually look like. also... don’t even think about making self-deprecative jokes about your appearance. next time i find one of yall saying “ahaha im not bad for a 5 without talent” i’m squishing your head between 2 pieces of toast and calling you an idiot sandwich. you’re BEAUTIFUL
— having venus in the 3rd house in composite with someone? do you mean calling each other the absolute ugliest nicknames in the most endearing way?
— leo deals with themes of the ego, and it seems that leo placements often struggle with attracting narcissistic people into their life... leo suns/mercuries can be raised by loud, overbearing, narcissistic parents who see their kid as an extension of themselves and who teach the kid to always be very supportive and caring towards them or else they’ll deny them of words of affirmation-- either by insulting them to shatter their self-esteem or simply never complimenting the kid back. leo moons/mars/venus tend to attract narcissistic partners who only care about serving their own emotional needs and ignore the ones of their partner, and who feed off of their supportive and giving nature. which is why leo placements really need to watch out for being gullible, naïve and dismissing the red flags because my god, you be falling for some shady people.
— people with personal planets in the 12th house/chart ruler in the 12th house might feel like they can’t let go of their past life— they may dream of memories, people or places from another life. it’s like they can’t detach from it, and even if they can’t directly remember their past life, it’s like they feel it in their bones. also, they might’ve felt... estranged from their family ever since childhood; there may have been feelings of being unable to emotionally connect to their (often, distant) parents, and they might’ve even wondered if they were adopted because of how different they felt to the rest of the family.
— okay so, a thing that people with saturn in the 3rd house need to look out for is mentally checking out of conversations while they’re still happening. these people can detect when they’re being manipulated really fast and their way of dealing with it can be to immediately shut down, to grow cold and silent and not even bother answering when you’re expected to respond. and, like, that’s great when someone starts screaming at you or being insulting/trying to coerce you into shit, but take notice if you find yourself shutting your loved ones out as soon as they say anything that triggers you. don’t simply detach from them, communicate what’s wrong
— aries placements, ESPECIALLY aries suns and moons, value generosity so much and they get so turned off by stingy ppl who don’t share with others, especially when others need it. like.. if you’re hanging out in a group with them and someone asks for a bite of your food because they have no money and you say no... espect them to never respect you. ever.
— people with libra placements use soooo many adjectives to describe things. something can’t just be beautiful, it has to be DIVINE and CELESTIAL and INTOXICATING. they can be so expressive god it’s so fcking funny
— capricorn placements HATE asking others for advice because they think no one knows better than them (and they’re not wrong, lol). when they truly care for someone, they might ask the person for advice simply as a sign that they respect, trust and value their judgement. even if they don’t plan on taking it LMFAO
— people with mars in a water sign can have this terrible habit of expecting other people to guess what they want. and then they get passive agressive when you don’t instinctively feel what it is they want... and when you ask them “do you want this?”, they go like “FINALLY. i thought you’d never get there”. stop it. i know that you want people to understand you in a way that transcends words, but you can’t expect people to read your mind and then get disappointed when they don’t, thinking “oh if they loved me that much then they would’ve known that i really want chipotle for dinner :(” GIRL WHAT. COMMUNICATE YOUR NEEDS
#astrology#scorpio mars#pisces mars#cancer mars#libra#aries#aries moon#saturn in the 3rd house#moon-saturn#chart ruler in the 12th house#leo#leo moon#leo mars#leo mercury#leo venus#venus in the 3rd house in composite#venus in the 1st house#gemini in the 3rd house#capricorn in the 3rd house#virgo#pisces moon#taurus#capricorn#mercury-neptune aspects#moon-mars aspects#pisces dominance#neptune dominance#moon conjunct moon in synastry#moon conjunct venus in synastry#chiron in the 4th house
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mea culpa (m.m) - two
SUMMARY: "mea culpa" (exclamation - noun/legal term)
used as an acknowledgement of one's fault or error.
↪ in which matt murdock accidentally falls in love with the district attorney's daughter. (masterlist + playlist)
warnings: afab reader/fem pronouns, age gap, smut, p in v, choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex. and also swearing, naturally.
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It was a little hard to stop thinking about Matthew Murdock over the next few days.
Nevermind the fact he’d left hickeys all over your neck - it was the fact he was texting you every few hours with absolutely indescribable fantasies that made it difficult to think about anything else. Your blood would run cold every time your phone buzzed, just on the off chance that one of your friends, or god forbid your father, see your phone screen. It put you on edge in the best way. This entire thing was already beyond fucked up for more than one reason and yet, you wanted more. So much more.
Can’t wait to taste you again.
Can’t wait to hear you scream my name again.
Hope you haven’t been thinking about anyone else.
And it was funny, really, because Matt was a perfectly respectable man from the outside. Quiet, unassuming, a dry sense of humour - you never would have taken him of all people to be the one to make you feel so fucking alive. It wasn’t just how good he was in bed, but rather the thrill of it all. Nothing got your motor running like a situation’s potential to disappoint your father but hey. That was for your therapist to deal with.
Of course, your father had asked several questions about where you’d disappeared too after the gala on Friday. He was more concerned about it had looked for him, and to have his daughter run out on a big charity event. Your mother had been less worried about that part, and more about her vintage Chanel suit. You’d settled both their worries by a) telling your father you’d had stomach problems (because who was gonna ask about that?) and b) promising to send the Chanel off to a dry cleaner.
It was on a slow Monday afternoon - exactly three days after you’d met him - that Matt sent you a not so dirty text. It was so casual, in fact, that it caught you more off guard than any of the filth he’d sent you over the weekend.
Wanna grab lunch?
“Are you okay, honey?”
You blinked, eyes shooting up to your best friend. Okay, maybe not a best friend - those were hard to come by in high-society. She was your most tolerable friend. It had been her idea to get martinis for lunch. Your idea of fun wasn’t exactly sitting around with five rich girls and their daddy’s credit cards but it wasn’t like you had work to do, right?
Part of you so badly wanted to tell them about the escapade over the weekend - about how much better an older guy was than all their ridiculous, frat-house boyfriends, and how good he’d made you feel. But did you trust them? Not with your damn life. And for risk of being cut out of your father’s will, you figured it was something to keep to yourself.
“Yeah,” you cleared your throat. “I gotta ditch. My dad needs me to get something from his office.”
Grabbing your jacket - a tan Chanel parka, naturally - you slid out of the booth and straight out of the restaurant. Matt’s number was dialed into your phone before you even hit the street.
“Matthew, hi!” you greeted him. “I’m down for lunch.”
“Perfect,” you could hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna come by my office?”
“Sure. Want me to grab takeout?”
“It’s okay. I already have lunch here.”
“Okay. Text me the address.”
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The Nelson & Murdock office wasn’t too far from where you’d been. Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t exactly your stomping ground but your Uber had dropped you off right outside, and you had a taser in your bag. Not to mention the years of Krav Maga and karate that you’d done in high school and college. You could have been a damn vigilante if you wanted to.
It was the shorter, Nelson half of Nelson and Murdock that saw you first. He seemed taken aback at first - maybe by your expensive appearance, but also maybe because every other person in the room was a middle-aged man there for free legal advice. By the looks of your Chanel bag and red-soled shoes, he figured you probably didn’t need any legal advice for free. Especially not from him. It seemed much more apparent that you had the likes of Jeri Hogarth in your pocket should you need any legal assistance.
“Hello. Hi.” Foggy greeted you with wide eyes. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Uh, no,” you turned around to face him, sticking out your hand. “You’re Nelson, right?”
“I am Nelson,” he replied, shocked look still not faltering. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m a friend of Matt’s,” you explained. “I don’t suppose he’s around?”
Speak of the devil. Your conversation was cut short by Murdock’s entrance. He looked hot in a suave sort of way; tie loosened around his neck, top button undone and sleeves rolled up. It was the first time you’d seen him since you’d left his apartment early on Saturday morning and frankly, you didn’t know how to act. Most of the men you slept with didn’t invite you to their offices for lunch - hell, most of them didn’t have offices.
“Hey, Murdock,” you gave him a small wave.
“Hey - come in,” Matt shot you a grin, ushering over to his own office in the corner.
It was neater than you’d thought it would be; there was a laptop perched on his desk, with a braille translator and a stack of legal files. They were probably the same legal files your dad had, just..the other side of the story. After all, Nelson and Murdock were known for looking out for the little guy. That was much more admirable than daddy dearest and his famously corrupt evidence.
“Your shirt fits better today,” you commented, shrugging off your jacket. “That’s a real shame.”
“Is that a comment about my arms or the way I dress?”
“I think you know that it’s about your arms.”
You pushed aside the files, hopping up onto Matt’s desk. He had you caged in within a second, broad hands gripping your hips and guiding you up into a kiss. It was a little softer than the ones you’d shared on Friday night - there was less heat; a causal air to it. You didn’t think it was possible to miss the lips of a man you’d fucked exactly once.
“So,” you murmured against him. “You said you had lunch here.”
“I do,” Matt gave you a shit-eating grin. “You.”
“Matthew!” you hissed, hitting his shoulder. “Did you seriously invite me over here just for a fuck?”
“Not exactly!” he quickly replied, raising his hands in surrender. “I wanted to check in with you and see how you were.”
“Oh, okay,” you raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. “I’m not too bad. I was having lunch with some of my friends when you texted-”
Matt suddenly attached his lips to your neck, teeth gently nipping on the same mark he’d left a few days ago. You didn’t mean to let out a moan, but how could you not?
“Matthew!” you exclaimed again.
“No, go on!” he stopped for a second. “I’m listening. You were having lunch with your friends and…”
“And you texted and I was bored, so I left and - Jesus fucking Christ, that feels so good.”
Matt raised an eyebrow. “You left your friends to see me?”
“I would leave my dying Aunt Betty’s bedside to see you,” you said. Without a second thought, you grabbed him by the tie and pulled him back towards you. “Enough catching up. I’m good to have lunch now.”
He gave you a grin and a few moments later, his hands found your way under your ass. Matt shoved aside the pile of legal papers and moved you further onto the desk, lips back on your neck and working a thousand times harder than they had before. Instinctively, you tangled a hand in his hair and just let him have at it.
The build-up wasn’t as tense as it had been the first time you fucked, but that was because Matt knew you better now. He pretty much had you memorised; the ticklish spot on your neck, the most sensitive spot on your hips, the way you liked his nails to dig into your back just enough to hurt. That was just a testament to him. Who else would remember that? Who else would take the time to learn what you liked after just once?
“Not that I don’t enjoy this,” Matt paused for a second. “But my lunch break isn’t that long. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna have to be quick.”
“You’re real cheap, Matthew Murdock,” you scowled. “Do you invite all girls over here for a fuck disguised as lunch and then rush them?”
“No, not all of them,” he shot back. “Some are more breakfast kinda gals-”
“- oh shut the fuck up.”
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him back into a kiss. Matt couldn’t help but smile against you - at how badly you wanted him, how you chastised him but still didn’t stop him.
It was in that moment that you thanked every deity there was that you’d chosen to wear a skirt that day. But frankly, you wouldn’t have given a fuck if Matt had ripped your Versace mini-skirt to shreds. He would have been okay with that too, especially if it meant you have to borrow a shirt of his to leave in.
Still, Matthew Murdock was nothing if not respectable - at least enough so not to destroy your designer clothes. Instead, he simply pushed it up, large hands making their way to your ass cheeks and giving one of them a light slap. You froze when he did - how many clients were out there in the waiting room right now? Even with the blinds closed and the door shut, how many of them could hear what was going on?
“Problem?” Matt paused.
“There are people out there who could hear us-”
“- not with the air conditioning on. Foggy always has it going. Don’t worry.”
You scowled. “How do you know that?”
“Just do.”
Matt wasted no time in resuming his activities. Grabbing you by the hips again, he lifted you with ease and spun you around so that he was the one on the desk, and you were in his lap. The friction of his hard-on in his trousers against your core was almost unbearable and he could tell you were desperate by the way your grip on him suddenly tightened.
“Look at you,” he grinned. There was something about the way his voice dropped four octaves every time he was about to fuck you. “You’re calling me sloppy but you’re gagging for it, aren’t you?”
You let out a small grumble, shaking your head. “I thought you didn’t have time to tease?”
“You’re lucky that I don’t have time to do a lot of the things I want to do to you, sweetheart,” he said. “Everyone out there would be able to hear me fucking you if I didn’t have to be back in twenty minutes.”
“Matthew,” you growled. “I don’t care how long you have - if you’re not inside me in the next thirty seconds, I’m going somewhere else.”
“I didn’t think there would be many men around at this time willing.”
You let out a derivative snort, acrylic nails dragging down his neck and hand settling ever so gently on his throat. “You think I don’t have plenty of offers? You’re not the only man who can make me scream.”
It was almost like your words awakened something in Matt. In a flash, he’d pulled you off the desk and positioned you against it; there was the sound of his belt and a second later, his dick was inside you. Rock hard and beautiful, and the perfect length to have you clenching around him in mere fucking seconds.
He wasted no time in pounding into you from behind, one hand tangling his fingers with yours on the desk and the other wrapped around your throat. You had complete and utter trust in him and maybe that was why you placed your own hand over his and encouraged him to squeeze harder.
Matt’s movements were rapid and consistent: time was of the essence after all, and there was no way in hell he was going back to work until you came.
It didn’t take much, to be honest. Not when you had his gruff voice muttering things in your ear. It was hard not to make noise then - Matt moved his hand from your throat accordingly, clutching it over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. What an ass. Not to mention that it only made you even fucking louder.
“Do they make you feel this good?” he teased. “Do they?”
He managed to hit the right spot over and over and it wasn’t long before you felt that knot in your stomach. It was a plunge; like a plane falling out of the sky, anything that caused a sharp drop in your gut. The room was practically spinning around you as you came undone, red acrylics digging into the skin of Matt’s arm for some kind of relief.
“There we go, sweetheart,” Matt murmured. He softened his pace, slowing down for a minute to revel in his own high. “Good girl.”
He released his hand from your mouth, chest heaving against your back for a minute as you both came down from your respective orgasms. A broad arm wrapped around your waist, steadying you. Matthew Murdock was a gentleman, even when he was rearranging your guts.
You slowly turned around to face him, pulling him into another desperate kiss.
“Are you free tomorrow night?” Matt softly asked.
“Yeah, I am,” you ran a hand down his chest, faltering for a second. “Why? You gonna take me out for dinner?”
“Yeah, but an actual meal. It’s not a euphemism, I promise,” he gave you a grin.
You returned the gesture for a minute, a wide smile on your face - but then it faltered. “Matthew, I would love for you to take me on a date, and I adore spending time with you but…”
“But what?”
“My dad,” you groaned, dropping your head into his shoulder. “If anyone catches me with you, I’m done for - as hot as that is.”
Matt couldn’t help but chuckle. “Okay, fine. What if we just hang out at my apartment and get take out? You can dress like a slob and no-one will see us.”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” your smile quickly returned. “But I am not dressing like a slob. I wear Chanel or I wear nothing.”
“I would much prefer if you wore nothing.”
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